Seraph of Net King

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"Really?".

There was a nervous and excited voice in the ranks.

Jibu sneered and said, "Of course, Uncle Ben is not going to lie. "

"Stand up. "

As soon as the words fell, more than two dozen players stood up from the team, and some people who were ready to move in the team to see the situation first.

"Are you alright?".

Yu Shen Chi pondered for a while and looked at the traces, the match with Yue Zhi Moonlight just now had completely exhausted his physical strength, and now he had to challenge again.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked directly at the players with indifferent eyes and said, "It's just a few miscellaneous fish, Uncle Ben can easily solve it!"

"Little ghost, don't be too arrogant!!".

Takuma Okamoto was furious when he heard the words of the trace, and his eyes burned with anger.

"Go on, Okamoto!".

"Teach him a hard lesson!".

"Teach him to be a man!".

“....."

For a moment, the twenty players shouted one by one.

Yue Zhi Yueguang glanced at those people coldly and did not speak.

Jibu pursed his lips disdainfully and said, "Don't talk nonsense, let Uncle Ben see what strength you have." "

Soon, the two were on the court.

"Let's serve. "

Standing in the service area, he looked at Takuma Okamoto on the other side and said lightly.

Takuma Okamoto heard that the trace department actually gave him a serve, and immediately said angrily: "You little devil actually dare to look down on me?".

"That's right, Uncle Ben just looks down on you. "

Jibu twisted his neck and said with a relaxed expression.

"Bastard! I'll make you pay!".

In an instant, Takushi Okamoto's anger rose again.

Then, he said that the tennis ball in his hand had just been thrown, and when the tennis ball reached its highest point and fell, his body jumped up and waved the racket.

"Bang ——!

".

The racket hits the tennis ball and then explodes towards the opposite side.

"So fast!".

"It's Okamoto's high-speed serve!"

"Heh, that little ghost must have been scared, right?".

Seeing Takuma Okamoto's serve, those players laughed one by one and looked at the traces with disdain.

"Huh?".

Jibu's face was not moved, and his face was slightly cold when he heard the conversation of the players, "With such a slow serve, Uncle Ben can hit it back with his eyes closed." "

With that, he closed his eyes.

Stomp Tread!!

The footsteps run quickly, and then raise the racket and swing it down!

"Whoosh ——!

".

The tennis ball brought a wave of air directly through the court and landed firmly on the bottom line in the right corner.

“15:0！"

The trace who opened his eyes glanced at Takuma Okamoto, who was in a daze, and said lightly.

"Uncle Ben said, a miscellaneous fish like you can fight back with your eyes closed. "

With a confident smile on his lips, he returned to his tee.

“......"

At this moment, the players who were originally clamoring to give some color to the traces froze in place one by one, and their mouths were a little closed when they opened their mouths.

Takuma Okamoto was also stunned in place, looking back at the faint ball mark, his eyes constantly shrinking.

"Hey!".

Just when he was stunned, the voice of the trace came again, "Hurry up and serve, Uncle Ben doesn't have time to ink with you." "

"Damn!".

Takuma Okamoto clenched the racket in his hand tightly, and stared at the traces with a pair of angry eyes.

"Drink!".

With a loud shout, he slammed the tennis ball out.

"It's too slow!".

Jibu smiled disdainfully: "Miscellaneous fish are miscellaneous fish, how can it be Uncle Ben's opponent?"

Immediately, the backhand changed and hit the tennis ball back.

"Whoosh ——!

".

The tennis ball flew by like a beam of light.

"Ahh

At this moment, Takuma Okamoto roared, his pace quickened, and he ran towards the landing point of the tennis ball.

Seeing that the tennis ball was about to land, he pounced.

"Plop!".

Takuma Okamoto threw himself to the ground, but the tennis ball still passed the edge of his racket.

“30:0！"

Traces said lightly.

The game continues.

40:0

game, traces, 1:0!

2：0！

4:0！

.......

6:0！

The game is over.

Takuma Okamoto stood in place, gasping for breath, sweat the size of beans kept falling to the ground, and after a while, he hit a large area.

"Smack. "

At this time, his eyes were a little glazed, and the racket in his hand fell to the ground.

"Next. "

Instead of looking at him again, he focused on the players who were not convinced.

Suddenly, the people who felt the gaze of the trace lowered their heads one after another.

Even the players in the team who were ready to move were dismissed.

Takuma Okamoto on the pitch is a role model for them.

Relentless crushing.

At this time, some people who had seen the competition between the trace department and Yuezhi Moonlight were not only moved.

Their physical strength has been exhausted, and they can still crush Takuma Okamoto like this, which makes them even more shocked.